rawr

you rip them from my mouth
before they've even flown
pulled out
you're a fisherman
reeling in your latest catch.
you
twist them
turn them
kill them
until
they're not mine
they're something completely different
now
they're your words
stolen
now they fall
gracefully
from your painted lips
traced on
from some ancient painting
no one
will ever know
that they were mine first
because
beauty never lies.
someone as perfect as you
would never be capable
of something bad.
but beauty is a parody
in the same was i'm an anachronism
i don't belong here
you do.
and they're your words now.
i don't want them.
you can keep them.
i don't have a use for them.